Stitch That 歌词
| 歌曲 | Stitch That |
| 歌手 | Chumbawamba |
| 专辑 | Shhhlap! |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Chumbawamba | |
| So this husband came home drunk each night | |
| And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white | |
| He thrashed her to within an inch of her life | |
| Then he slept like a log, did her husband | |
| But as he lay and snored in bed | |
| A strange idea came into her head | |
| So she went for the needle and she went for the thread | |
| And straight to her sleeping husband | |
| She started to stitch with a girlish thrill | |
| With a woman's art and a seamstress' skill | |
| She pinned and tucked with an iron will | |
| All around her sleeping husband | |
| When her husband awoke with a pain in his head | |
| He found he could not move in bed ' | |
| Sweet Christ | |
| I've lost the use of me legs!' | |
| But the wife just smiled at her husband | |
| Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue | |
| With a frying pan and a colander, too | |
| With a rolling pin just a stroke or two | |
| A battered and bleeding husband | |
| Isn't it true what small can do | |
| With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two | |
| He's wiped his slate, his boozing's through | |
| Goodbye to a drunken husband | |
| Kick out the jams, motherfucker! | |
| Shhh |
| zuo qu : Chumbawamba | |
| So this husband came home drunk each night | |
| And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white | |
| He thrashed her to within an inch of her life | |
| Then he slept like a log, did her husband | |
| But as he lay and snored in bed | |
| A strange idea came into her head | |
| So she went for the needle and she went for the thread | |
| And straight to her sleeping husband | |
| She started to stitch with a girlish thrill | |
| With a woman' s art and a seamstress' skill | |
| She pinned and tucked with an iron will | |
| All around her sleeping husband | |
| When her husband awoke with a pain in his head | |
| He found he could not move in bed ' | |
| Sweet Christ | |
| I' ve lost the use of me legs!' | |
| But the wife just smiled at her husband | |
| Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue | |
| With a frying pan and a colander, too | |
| With a rolling pin just a stroke or two | |
| A battered and bleeding husband | |
| Isn' t it true what small can do | |
| With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two | |
| He' s wiped his slate, his boozing' s through | |
| Goodbye to a drunken husband | |
| Kick out the jams, motherfucker! | |
| Shhh |
| zuò qǔ : Chumbawamba | |
| So this husband came home drunk each night | |
| And he thrashed her black and he thrashed her white | |
| He thrashed her to within an inch of her life | |
| Then he slept like a log, did her husband | |
| But as he lay and snored in bed | |
| A strange idea came into her head | |
| So she went for the needle and she went for the thread | |
| And straight to her sleeping husband | |
| She started to stitch with a girlish thrill | |
| With a woman' s art and a seamstress' skill | |
| She pinned and tucked with an iron will | |
| All around her sleeping husband | |
| When her husband awoke with a pain in his head | |
| He found he could not move in bed ' | |
| Sweet Christ | |
| I' ve lost the use of me legs!' | |
| But the wife just smiled at her husband | |
| Then she thrashed him black, she thrashed him blue | |
| With a frying pan and a colander, too | |
| With a rolling pin just a stroke or two | |
| A battered and bleeding husband | |
| Isn' t it true what small can do | |
| With a thread and a stitch and a thought or two | |
| He' s wiped his slate, his boozing' s through | |
| Goodbye to a drunken husband | |
| Kick out the jams, motherfucker! | |
| Shhh |
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